Rain Knows Only Rain

So simple,
Creation's reflective miniscule
Gathering force at will,
Sprinkling nourishment ,
Sharing its cleansing,
Wanting only growth.

Such is the mission
Of Nature's most immaculate:
The raindrop,
Carrier of so many purposes.

Inculpable, its essence,
Being not of calamitous desire,
Yet collected by forces undesired,
Often Tropical disturbance
Or typhoons
Hurricanes.

So faultless Its guilt.

We admonish it presence,
Water spotting our car washes,
Spoiling our vacation weekends,
Plummeting our gardens,
We ignore its due respect .

Perhaps...

Embracing the small creature-less life
Might enable this E. T. of Nature's family,
Dreaming only of making our lives better,
A supportive existence among
Its dedicated landscape.

Still…

We argue its overwhelming presence,
Even as its ancestors of Arctic and Antarctic
Plead for genealogical respect.

We continue to deny its nemesis,
Man's natural demise,
Trying to hide behind inept rationale.
For some…

So easy to deny.

For all,

Impossible to avoid.

We are non-existent without rain.

And…

Some levity: what would the Winter Olympics do without the realm of rain/hail/snow?